The alarm clock rings way too early or way too late depending on your point of view. Toys strewn about the house make an obstacle course and my things are all over the place. Blindly I stumble towards one of many cups of coffee, only to find the *** is bitterly cold. I sit on a cold thankless chair as I wait for the black nectar to brew. I hear screams coming from the bathroom, I am not sure if they are yells of delight or terror. I would take a vacation, but then who would solve the problems I would leave behind. I am sure that there is help here somewhere, I just have to get him awake. I do not live a life, I live in a puzzle box. As life is on most mornings, I am not together.